magic_fratboy

The only gift is a portion of thyself.

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(NOTE: Takes place just a couple hours after The Abyss escape. Selene is dealing_death and is used with the knowledge, if not permission, of her mun. :p)

( Cut for adult content: graphic sex and violent imagery... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 660

Takes place after this.

The second he got home, Tommy went to the bathroom, vomited, and got in the shower.

There was a sense of deja-vu as he stood beneath the warm spray of water, a memory coming to him unbidden of the first time he'd nearly lost his life to evil. He'd been patrolling the streets again, and come home a broken mess. Beneath the water, he'd let power heal him for the first time as he mulled over that fight...then was foolish enough to get jumped by a group of human servants that had broken into his home.

He felt that same energy now, wondering if he'd done the right thing by Selene in dealing with Tristan as he had. The heat of the water rolled off of him along with the dark energy that slid from his skin like oil with every passing moment. He wondered if this was the way to begin before he had any real power of his own to claim.

The question answered itself in his own head before he could give it much consideration: he already had all the power he needed.

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( from Molly... )

( from Selene {tenebrae nostro}... )

( from Ambyr {tenebrae nostro}... )

Christmas shopping was hard enough without adding the fact that he was in love with the woman who, quite literally, had everything: money, things, experiences…and an eternity of Christmases left to her.

The world was going to Hell in a handbasket, but there was still hope for the masses...at least until the war started spilling into his home.

The few nights she came home to him now, he could still see the blood and the horror in her face and feel it on her hands when she touched him. When it violated the sanctum of his home, his bed, that was when a line was crossed.

And he was having none of it, especially not today.

So when Selene showed up at his place that night, sans Michael, Tommy was in the kitchen working hard on his current project. The loft was filled with the smells of cooked turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce.

Glancing over his shoulder from the kitchen, he smiled shyly as she approached and stepped aside to reveal that the turkey was, in fact, a store bought breast, the stuffing was boxed, and the cranberry sauce was straight from a can.

"It ain't exactly homemade and traditional...but fuck it, it's Thanksgiving." he remarked sheepishly, walking around the breakfast counter to stand before her. "And it's our first together, so...I promise, when the vampires decide to take a fuckin' vacation? I'll cook a real bird, show you just how good this house can smell, 'kay?"

She's the sunset's shadow
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreamin' tree
Together in this brief eternity

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NOTE: Selene is dealing_death and is used with minimal permission, but liberal amounts of love.

His back was killing him when morning came, and he knew immediately it had to do with the elbow rammed into the back of his neck.

He opened his eyes, but didn’t move as he stared at the cat curled up on the pillow, where he had his face buried. As usual, he was asleep on his stomach with his face buried, and as was becoming her custom when she did sleep, Selene was draped over his body and dead to the world.

With her cheek pressed to his shoulder blade and her elbow in his neck.

( .......... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 546